The Test of Power

{NARRATION} Whispers. The voice of Lorelei's spirit worms it's way inside her mind. Many of it's words are lies; many of it's words are incoherent. Though, the information given about the famed weapon Demicles holds truth. It's location is given, guarded by a group of strange desperate tribe members who treat the object as if it were a god itself.... Deep within the heart of the deadland marshes...an overwhelming sense of depravity could be felt. Gorandis and Lorelei could also sense a weakness in this plane; the film between the spirit plane and Valmasian is weak, mind-boggling so. It would be easy enough to find the source of depravity-- In a small clearing, the sounds of buzzing insects and creaking frogs begin to fade. The scent of decay and musk manage to escape their noses. All that can be heard is chanting: vile noises. Dozens of men and woman wearing nothing more than hoods and cloaks bow before none other than Demicles. The stave is in the center of the swamps clearing, surrounded by the circle of bowing cultists. Only one among the group stands out, but the strangest sight of all-- an ethereal hand has broken through the spirit realm, grasping a hold of the very object that Lorelei craves... Didn't think it would be THAT easy, did you?




It was her domain now, wasn't it?

The marshlands, from sea to sea, were hers--a title and a deed that the girl cared little for. Unlike the Sarab which held a bounty of travelers for her to antagonize and feast upon, the marshlands held little but the odd vagabond who had long since cast away their society. Nothing of worth--not that the girl presumed anything notably would grow from the stagnant waters that filled the mire.

Adramalech whispers--his blistering glory within her hand an ever-present echo that now finds itself lightly drowned by the touch of Zelex--of Juhl--of Rein and of Lei'la. Of Cyclops and of Ookami, clammoring for attention. It is the loudest in the proverbial room of children, but it is not the only echo seeking attention.

Without care for stealth--nor subtlety--for the land she walked upon was hers not by right of conquest nor by right of transfer but right of might, does she approach. Lorelei's malificent limb extending lightly as the cowled men and women come into sight, pausing lightly in the distance to view.

...While a swift rush might catch the beast, Lorelei wasn't particularly swift. Merely strong.

"...It seems we've inturrupted a summoning." Presumes the girl, staring down upon the gathering that perhaps has yet to realize she has come. With a light flick of her wrist does the skull jump into the air, the form of Adramalech coming forth in front of her.

Tall, daemonic--a head of a lion, the torso of a man and the legs of an elk. It blisters with the same spiritual fire that the skull had before. "Gorandis," the girl begins as Lorelei ushers Adramalech forth.

"See if you can send a spirit to follow the staff. I'm unsure if Adramalech is going to be enough of a distraction..." The girl muses. "...but I've little care if they resist my movements in any way. Come, come. We advance."
(Lorelei)

Gorandis had owed Lorelei a favour. Her help with his ritual was invaluable and now it seemed that it was being cashed in. The brief was, well, more than brief actually. He barely knew what they were doing or why but it was something about a staff that Adramelech had discovered. Regardless, he did owe her and he'd rather have not incurred her wrath... yet.

Like his companion, Gorandis saw little need for stealth in the marshlands, especially with it being so close to Dumuzid's main headquarters. And so close to his ritual site... He could still feel the dark beast swirling within his soul, watching him with preying eyes. The eyes of a cat just waiting, calmly. It was quite possibly the most unnerving thing he had ever felt.

But their search didn't seem to last long and they came to a clearing full of cultists. "It appears that we have... they don't handle a candle to ourselves mind you..." He couldn't help but grin. "But, I doubt my own personal demon will be following any directions just yet... I'm afraid I'm going to have to send some... lessers to do the dirty work."

But he nods and follows her in, shifting his magic subtly as he begins to summon his own minor spirits. They weren't much but perhaps they would be able to follow the staff. And with a link properly established, he sent the two unnamed warriors on their quest. "Let's hope Adramelech can do enough to hold them off himself..."

"I do not wish to have to fight just yet. These people seem a waste of mana."
(Gorandis)

{NARRATION} The chimera manages to draw the attention of the cultists. Some flee, some panic, but a single depraved man stands before them. No words are offered, no explanation is give-- intruders have made themselves present, and his intend is to strike them down; He would not strike up a conversation without reason. These were not members of the cult nor tribe, they were invaders- in his eyes at least. While the hand that grips tightly descends, the stave only makes it halfway through the realm of spirits before being grasped by the very abominations called upon by the occultist; simply put, it was far too late to stop the object from leaving, but- CRACK! The interruption forms a portal into the realm of spirits, dragging in the stave, and anything that dares to continue grasping onto the hand that greedily wraps itself around Demicles. As this port froms- the magi amongst the fleeing cultest strikes- forcing a bolt of crimson lightning from the heavens above to descend upon Lorelei and Gorandis; only a few moments are available the duo to react!
{NARRATION} Adramalech also kicks some npc ass.

Lorelei: <*yeaahh*>

The man is, almost wholely, ignored. What was he to her?

"Don't lose sight of the objective!" With a vicious jerk of her afflcited limb does she attempt to redirect Adramelech to the creature that strikes with the accursed lightning, Lorelei likely staggering under the impact that she may not even avoidl. For, after all, she was not swift! She was--She was a slow, slow girl. "At all costs--maintain the breach!"

The interloper is given the barest of concentration--merely to avoid any blows that may come her way as she staggers forth towards the staff that is held betwixt worlds. "Keep it open! That's a demand!"

How long would it stay open for?

Perhaps Gorandis would be a better candidate to force it--or keep it--open. Lorelei's spiritmancy begins and ends with sating Adramalech's power.
(Lorelei)

"Ah, shit..." The two spirits were halted, Gorandis didn't have much to work with on that part and so he had to save whatever little resources he had, even if it was two little creatures such as these. They weren't quite human, more so Yokai than anything else though they weren't quite as distinct. Long gone spirits tended to... change.

Still, Lorelei had given him her orders and this very much was her ritual this time. He had said so himself, she could make the demands now. His own body was shrouded in the heavy crimson as he darted over with his own dreadful crack of occultic mana. He caught up with his spirits before begrudgingly sending them forwards towards the opening to act as his own anchors.

They forms shifted further into shapelessness as they hooked into the edges of the portal. Crimson chains of heavy electric joined up and gave Gorandis a more physical kind of feedback as the chains were wrapped around his own arms. Of course, this would leave him wide open to whoever this man was, but like currents had a tendency to reflect like currents.

So perhaps his own attunement would give him enough time to react in that regard. But, for now, he was focused on restraining the portal. Any fighting was beyond him.
(Gorandis)

{NARRATION} Narrowly avoided, the crimson arcs of lightning manage to miss both Gorandis, and Lorelei... While the man proves to be little more than fodder to the malpercian, Gorandis finds himself struggling with the portal to spirit realm. Pure blasts of mana radiate from the hand that grabs around Demicles. Further, and further, the staff sinks into the ether-- While the portal remains open, it's hanging on by a thread. Thus, a decision is presented-- To dive into the portal, or let Demicles be snatched away by the ethereal hand! Though, going into the realm of spirits while remaining amongst the living? It's bound to have rather strange effects upon the magi.



Lorelei could deal with whoever that man was. Gorandis had more pressing matters. Quite literally pressing in fact as the chains began to warp ever so slightly as he tried to force the portal to stay open. He couldn't keep it open forever, or even for much longer at this rate. He could feel his magics slipping away, the spirits themselves were starting to crack.

"If you want this staff then I'm afraid we're going to have to get drastic. I can't keep the portal open for much longer. So... You, or rather we, are going to have to follow it. Which would mean going through it... into the spirit realm... with the kind of creature we have under our command... It's not looking like a good option really..."

Still, he made no real moves to stop this from happening. He sucked air in through his teeth in an exasperated manner. "But, if you want to go after it then by all means... Ladies first and all." He was not looking forward to this. To going to the realm he had so recently toyed around with. Though toyed around was likely far too light of a term. Perhaps tortured would be better...

Still, if Lorelei went in he would begrudgingly follow.
(Gorandis)

It didn't take much to deal with the man, no.

Lightning cascacdes off Lorelei's form, the aquatic veil upon her breached and amplified by the coming shock that ripples her form--yet the occultism within each strike simply enrages her, her depraved hand rising to the skies and clenching fiercely.

Clouds congeal into corrupted visages of their once pure forms, the veritable skies falling upon the damned man who went against the two occultists. Shards of corrupted aquamancy impale him--and any others--that dared move forth.

"Cowardance doesn't suit you!" Cries the girl as she almost throws Adramalech forth into the breach. It is perhaps likely this was his end-goal in the first place, but Lorelei doesn't give it much thought. He rebels--he dies. What of it? The girl had become powerful--and truely believed she had no human peers.

...There were few humans in the spirit realm, sadly.

Nor does Gorandis get much of a choice in the matter either! Just as Lorelei begins to enter--

--the corrupted arm juts out, grasping Gorandis by the neck and forcing him through with her.

Onwards they went!
(Lorelei)

{NARRATION} They both feel similar effects after diving into the portal. After going on a trip, feeling akin to riding a thousand roller coasters in a row, the duo would crash upon a flat, glass-like surface. The realm around them would be filled to the brim with spirits and daemons alike. Creatures bound to the will of the malpercian and occultist- they would take a -near- physical form. Just enough mass to touch, yet they remain transparent. What were once whispers would now morph into a booming voice- the spirit of Lorelei could now give her a headache with ease, just from it's tone alone. If it so chose. As I'm not the creator of the spirit, it could very well still whisper if it chose to do so- anyways.... Their bodies would feel light, unnaturally so. Magic here would hurt them more, easier; curses would also be far more difficult to avoid...... Yet, being magi that control the spiritual arts...the would find the use of magic to become easier- almost too easy. ---Temp stat trades applied on elemental rings--- Despite all the oddities, it wouldn't take long before they could both feel the thrum of depravity, and the call of the daemon that grasped Demicles. It's voice roared in the distance, cackling, almost mocking them- begging them to travel further into the ether, almost like it -wanted- them to find it.




There were many things that Lorelei was intrinsically resistant to. Poisons. Maiming. Torture. Torment. Love. Joy. Of all of her 'traits', planar sickness was not one she could handle well.

In a rare showing of sheer weakness, Lorelei almost collapses upon the exit of the portal--complete and total disorientation overtaking the woman for many, many moments. Hands weakly grasp against the ground as she does little more then moan and whine before struggling to her feet--with little help of the bound daemon at her side.

The secret to her binding of Adramalech was that he never, truely, was very bound--he was just in a vessel he could not escape from. Here? He seemed almost resistant to her calls and commands.

Fine--so be it. He wasn't escaping her tether, no matter how much he resisted it.

"...Gorandis." Why did his name have so many syllables? "Lead. I'll follow behind. Just getting my..." A weak stagger. "Bearings."

With a weak cough she glances forward--towards the origin of the noise before curiousity takes the better part of her, looking around the world that they now remained within.

"...Ah." She speaks, weakly, almost with an odd awe.

"...Feels almost the same." Different--but similar. "...disappointing."

As if the realm was a supposed salvation from Valmasia proper in her mind.
(Lorelei)

Gorandis only barely managed to dispel his magic before being dragged in. He'd have liked to have kept his arms unbroken after all... What happened next was worse than watching multicoloured strobe lights on hard drugs. His entire brain felt clogged and numb as the strange images simply just happened to him. It wasn't as if he got a say, mind you...

He was so very glad he never got motion sickness. But that didn't stop him from feeling light headed and groggy all the same as they collided with the ground. It was thankfully at least partially soft. But it still caused him to let out a long groan as he slowly picked himself up. which is when he heard the heavy rattling of chains behind him.

His own demon, the one he had bound in an elaborate ritual... it still hadn't taken a form. Solid black surrounded in scarlet chains. It looked like a decorative trash bag filled with potatoes. And the heavy and unmoving bag was shackled to his own chest. Great, fantastic, just what he needed. A spiritual ball and chain... He looked back at it with disdain.

His gaze shifted over to Lorelei and her own spirit. At least hers seemed to be somewhat helpful even if it was strange that she needed help in the first place. Grabbing it with his hand, Gorandis reeled the chain in, throwing it over his shoulder and letting the large lump of blackness rest across his back. He sighed and faced the direction the booming laugh had come from.

"It's familiar enough to traverse at least... I'd expected to be floating within infinity..." His eyes wandered over to the gathered spirits. How many of them had the pair angered with their last ritual. No matter. Following Lorelei's orders he began to stride off though keeping a slow enough pace for her to keep up without looking like he was trying to. That sort of thing.

"I just hope we can get out as easily as we got in." His eyes fall on her form again. "Relatively easily."
(Gorandis)

{NARRATION} The daemon in the distance continued to laugh and cackle. It's haunting voice lured them. With open space that seemed to never end, the only feasible direction to travel in is, well, to the annoying laugh of Demicles' current wielder. ---What feels like hours pass--- It taunts them; it wastes their time. The other spirits that roam around seemingly ignore them. Nothing of note truly occurs, until- a daemon of unknown origin approaches. It's head is that of a goat. It has the tongue and eyes of a serpent. Wings of a condor spread across it's back. Yet, it's intent doesn't seem to be hostile.... "TRADE?" It's voice booms, extending a hand. While trusting a daemon may be foolish, it's offer might very well be tempting to take-- "LIFE FORCE FOR POWER. TRADE?" It's voice seems far more calm, yet...now the extended hand glows a sickly red. Even without taking their hand, it would feel as if their souls are being -tugged- on. The daemons that seemed to unwillingly travel with their masters, if asked they would confirm- This life trader is legit.




Fantastic. Great stretches of nothing but crowds upon crowds of souls. It was quite the solemn place and yet he couldn't help but feel like every single pair of eyes was judging him. He had tried to be jovial, less depressed since he had done what he had done. But, beneath all of these eyes... he felt the very thin facade begin to waver and slip.

Still, he trundled on, hiding his face in the shadow of his hood and only speaking to Lorelei while facing forwards. "So this staff then, what's the importance of it? You never really told me. I assume it's some kind of powerful artifact given what we're going through but..." He shifts his arms, causing the demon on his back to sway with the motion of the chain.

"And I suppose this would make us even, yes? You helped me with my ritual, now I am helping you with this. Fair trade, no more favours owed. We're even as far as it should be concerned... At least until anything else comes up." He would try to pick up scraps of conversation here and there but knowing who he was trying to speak with, they didn't last long.

The journey continued until something new finally happened. "Wh--" Gorandis as very much taken aback. He stared at the creature's open and extended hand. An offering of sorts. How... Peculiar. Looking down at the red chain that bound him to his own demon he couldn't help but feel like he still had some life force spare to give up...

"What kind of power?"
(Gorandis)

If nothing else, the plane gave Lorelei a great depreciation for what Adramalech was.

There was much like him--was he unique? Was he powerful? Was he all folklore had taught him? It was knowledgable--it was powerful. Was that the norm for this realm? Was it a wee babe within a den of bears? Creatures similar, creatures different. Perhaps the folklore started because an elder saw it first and worshipped it as a god.

Was it any different then a Kaor coming upon an unsuspecting tribe and being declared a diety for how powerful it was over them?

It was much for her to think on--to the detriment of Adramalech.

"We'll see." She begins as they walk, the unyielding miles and acres they cross before anything of event occurs. "I don't..." Lorelei hesitates, gathering her wits and balance slowly over the course of the trip. "...know, in truth. I don't know what it is beyond a font of summoning energies. Adramalech tells me of it and how it can act as a beacon of power for spirits."

If they didn't see the staff itself, Lorelei might begin to think this was all a setup.

"...I don't know if it's worth it." The witch continues as they move. "I don't know if this is where I die. I don't care--I'm curious, and my curiousity will be sated. If it's a trap, I'll kill my trapper." Adramalech doesn't flinch--be it him concealing his deceit fantastically well or not plotting any of the such unknown.

But it has, for once, quieted. It lured her where she needed to be--that was enough.

Yet the daemon that approaches, too, quiets the girl--Adramalech merely confirming his veracity with an odd darkened glee. How odd.

Lorelei isn't as apprehensive as Gorandis, sadly. She looks to him--then to herself. "...You've bound your body to a spirit. The question isn't what kind, but what you've left to give."

Lorelei turns towards the Life Trader.

"Offer."
(Lorelei)

{NARRATION} After it's brief and curt response is given to the the occultists, it's focus falls upon the woman who seems more than willing to make a trade. Her own daemon may even show some semblance of joy-- if only because it would grow in power itself. As far is the lifetrader is concerned, these humans belong to their daemons, not the other way around... The red glow of it's hand begins to glow an even brighter hue, giving a very, very simple explantion. "Give days, months, years even. Lose days among the living. Gain power for lost days. Gain power for lost life. Soul will hurt, body will thrive."




"I have no want to live until I am old and frail... Years off of the end for power at the beginning..." He eyes the demon from the depths of his hood. To make a pact with such a creature... it seemed far easier than the binding he had done to the one that lay apparently slumbering across his back. So would that mean it is far less potent?

Still, even a small boon is worth it. Hurting his soul... he had planned to do that anyway. "I accept your offer. You can take years from my life if you so wish, so long as I get power in return." Besides, by the time he reached those lost years, he would probably be strong enough to simply take them back... "I have plenty left to give Lorelei."

"And plenty for this creature to take." His hand tightened around the electric chain. Ready to bite into it with his fingers. No doubt that any sort of soul trading with a demon was going to hurt. But how could he ever pass this up? He needed more strength, more power. To bind all whom he wants to his will. Enough power to make everyone fear him.

His free hand came out towards the demon. Not sure what the proper thing to do was, but still eager.
(Gorandis)

Frown...

"Yet you know full and well the body is temporary but the soul is eternal."

Lorelei is quick to snap back, shaking her head with a light sneer rising upon her lip. "Take what you want Gorandis, your life is yours to torment yourself with. I have more pride in my soul--and the souls I collect."

There's a light intonation of derrision given towards the allied occultist as if she views not his motivations but what he wagers as a joke--the soul is highly valued by Lorelei. Had it been anything but that being wagered, she likely would have joined him.

But her soul? No, no--she had plans for that.

"And, peddler. Finish your dealings quickly and begone lest I seize your goods for myself. Don't think I am unnerved just because this is not my native plane."
(Lorelei)

{NARRATION} As the hand plunged into the occultist chest, one could witness him age. It would feel as if his body were being torn apart. His soul would 'scream', it would 'cry', it would writhe. While his body only aged, several memories from his past life were taken-- it's likely that he just made it neigh impossible for his soul to reach avalon. Though, he would feel the red mana taking it's effect- a large red run in the shape of a goat skull is inscribed into his chest- +3 years +6 md +4 melee Thus, they can continue on. The daemon only nods at Lorelei- it came her for life, not to fight against an unknown figure. Thus, it dissipates. Nearly half a mile away, and through another congregation of irreverent spirits, they would find the beast the claimed Demicles for itself.



And his soul did scream. He could feel it, the burning to the very core. Everything he ever was was now wailing in terror and so was he. He sank to his knees as the hand was removed, clutching at the ground beneath him and panting heavily he resisted the urge to vomit. The red throbbing on his chest mixed with the tight pull of the chain. To feel this all the time...

He could feel the power increase alongside it. It wasn't much... it wasn't much at all compared to the agony, but it was something at least. Sweat poured down off of his face as his slowly managed to still himself. Grabbing the chain to his demon he would stand, hoisting it back over his shoulder carefully. He felt very, very weak right now.

But also stronger in a way... "That... might not have been worth it..." His voice was breathy and heavy. his free hand came to gently pat at the area of his chest where the glowing rune now lay. If it ever got too much he could remove it, surely... He didn't wish to dwell on it, it might have been foolish but he wished to avoid Lorelei's words all the same.

"We should go, I doubt we're too far now." And, pretending like it didn't happen, Gorandis continued his pace.
(Gorandis)

To hear was one thing...

...damn if Lorelei couldn't partially see it happen. Not the body of Gorandis changing--that was obvious as sin upon an already marred body. No--it was the sense that Adramalech gave that detected the soul and all changes occuring to it. Like hearing nails on a chalkboard Lorelei shivers, her own reflexive dislike for her soul being manipulated with causing her great discomfort.

"Are you finished?!" She cries out in a snap of anger as Gorandis calms against the storm of torture he brings upon himself. "Come! Forward! Cease becoming distracted!"

Lorelei shakes, reflexively, not from anger but from a lingering fear--could Adramalech do that to her? Adramalech would die long before it got a chance.

Depravity exudes off her limb as she marches forward, overtaking Gorandis to be the one leading now.

"Forward! Forward!"

May those ahead be hostile, for Lorelei needed a scapegoat.
(Lorelei)

{NARRATION} An ethereal creature that appeared to be made of stone loomed within the distance. It's body is massive, towering at a whopping ten meters high. It seemed to strut around like the sassiest demon one would ever see- like a metrosexual titan. The daemon stomped, it laughed, a strange mixture of flamboyance, evil, and cockiness rolled into one monster- almost like it were an Oscuri lust sin. Demicles rested a mere thirty feet behind the beast, but going around it likely isn't feasible. It's fast, strutting faster than Athena Rosengard herself! While the creature may not have anything to say- it's laughter was demonic-- And those hips don't lie. While it seemed nearly out of place, the creature is most certainly a forced to be reckoned with- as contrary to what some will tell you... Size does matter.



Lorelei was unintimidated--the only thing remotely on her mind was the aspect of getting out of the plane.

Why it had the staff--why it was even prepared for them--is unknown. Adramalech? Another influence? A competing summoner that failed? Lorelei didn't know--Lorelei didn't care. She never was much of a questions person, merely a results girl.

"Don't give it's appearance two damns." Lorelei speaks as her right arm is jutted out--an explosion of hellish depravity and a scream of souls that whirl about the air in a fiendish orbit around her.. "It's a spirit, nothing more. Rock, steel, arcanium--it's magic. Destabilize it. Chain it. Choke it and bind it if you want--"

Lorelei rears back her depraved, gnarled limb. "--but it's dying quickly all the same."

With a savage, fiendish lunge does she try to sacrifice it then and there. Lorelei was done walking in this plane. She was done playing with soul-demons that hunted her (in her mind).

She was getting the staff and getting out--Adramalech can be dealt with after.
(Lorelei)

"I... I don't even know how to respond to this..." Of all the things he had expected, this was not one of them. Oh sure, it was ten feet of intimidating rock golem goodness. But it was also just... strutting about... Still, with the brand on his chest aching and the chain just below it tugging on him as he dragged around the weight, he didn't really think he had a fight in him.

But, power was sent through the chain and the demon within writhed slowly, shifting shape into something far less of a hassle to lug around. A cloak that rest over Gorandis' shoulders, held together across his collar by the same crimson chains that bound the demon proper. It was perhaps very unbecoming of the creature to be turned into mere clothing.

But if it wanted to be a formless entity then it can suffer being in the wrong shape at the wrong time. "No, I don't think I want to bind this one all the same. Some demons are best left well enough alone..." His gaze shifted back to the rock demon and he sighed again. "I'm glad I didn't choose this one at random to bind to myself."

With a great crack he moved in one the rolling stream of crimson current. He too, was quite done with this place...
(Gorandis)

A powerful demon to be sure, even if the creature acted far from it... never judge a book by its cover as the saying went... Still, it was strong enough that Gorandis gently began to covet it's power. Of course he wouldn't want to fully bind it like his own demon, the one that struggled against its new form even now. But this one could definitely be used in the future.

As Lorelei landed the felling blow chains of red covered the spirit before Lorelei's arm could get to it. They dragged the spirit over to Gorandis and the rune on his chest, his own rune, began to glow a deep purple. The energy streamed out, not forming any real shape and began to cover the demon in a thick smog of rolling darkness.

Once the demon was completely covered the smog began to shrink, shrinking the creature's form with it until it was reduced down to a single purple crystal as big as Gorandis' hand. And, unlike the form before it, this was completely physical. A trapped single spirit, as much as Gorandis could muster. And it left him heavily drained...

"Let's get your staff then... but this one is mine. I could do with a strong power source for the next ritual... if there ever comes to be one."
(Gorandis)

{NARRATION} +1 Sassy spirit



Hate is a direct motivater.

Hate for the realm she had once adored in her mind. Hate for the creatures within that thrive for the souls--if there were any that were fiending for the essence of man then it would be her! In truth, it was hate for feeling vulnerable--for being intimidated by the beasts that walk within.

If she had a choice, they'd all fall--Adramalech included. None should give her that fear--that level of intimidation the Life Trader did.

Wordlessly she fights--for her screams carry little but a cacaphonic agony as the souls of the damned soar around in a powerful vortex of violence. Blast after blast shatter 'rock' upon the creature as Gorandis chains and devours.

Devours? It was fitting, she presumed--he lost life here, he may as well gain it.

"Quiet with your doubt." Snaps back the enraged girl, unceremoniously grasping Demicles and--

--and--

There's an odd silence. What now? Lorelei shakes, lightly, with both a twinge of embarassment and further hatred.

"Obey!"

At the staff she cries, rising it in both hands and slamming it to the 'ground' of the plane. If it obeyed her will, perhaps she might just rupture a gate between planes back to where they were!
(Lorelei)

{NARRATION} Everything goes...as planned! Gorandis manages to capture the demon, and Lorelei-- Of course, is accepted by Demicles. In fact, before she can rush over and grab it, it almost seems as if the staff smacked into her hand -before- her fingers could curl around it- how...odd. Though, in due time, she'd learn about the mysterious nature of the yokai summoning monstrosity. Indeed, it does open, tearing hole within the spirit realm- a portal is created, allowing her and Gorandis to escape. Though, this were just a small portion of the spiritual plane. It had many locations, many pockets that one could find within Valmasia-- Alone one would have to do... Is search. You can escape and continue being antags. Slurping is over. Event concluded!